Shal. Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can
do it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble! 160
Fee. Here, sir.
Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?
Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.
Shal. Shall I prick him, sir? 164
Fal. You may; but if he had been a man's
tailor he'd have pricked you. Wilt thou make
as many holes in an enemy's battle as thou hast
done in a woman's petticoat? 168
Fee. I will do my good will, sir: you can
have no more.
Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well
said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant 172
as the wrathful dove or most magnanimous
mouse. Prick the woman's tailor; well, Master
Shallow; deep, Master Shallow.
Fee. I would Wart might have gone, sir. 176
Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that
thou mightst mend him, and make him fit to
go. I cannot put him to a private soldier that is
the leader of so many thousands: let that 180
suffice, most forcible Feeble.
Fee. It shall suffice, sir.
Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.
Who is next? 184
Shal. Peter Bullcalf o' the green!
Fal. Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf.
Bull. Here, sir.
Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick 188
me Bullcalf till he roar again.
Bull. O Lord! good my lord captain,—
Fal. What! dost thou roar before thou art
pricked? 192
167 battle: army
180 thousands: i.e., vermin
